Smoke rises over Redhill, a working-class district on the edge of Vathis Prime. An aqueduct fire has disrupted the flow of clean water, and the local guard is conspicuously absent. You’re asked to investigate—not as a hero, but as someone who still walks among the people. The tunnels beneath the city groan with heat and age. Strange glyphs flicker in the soot. Something about this fire feels… intentional. And as the last bell tolls above, you realize this is more than a broken pipe—it’s a warning. Tialis watches the smoke curl skyward and hums a tune you’ve never heard, but somehow remember.